With no confusion, under the direction of Captain Haas and "Scotty"Allan, who was to go with them as far as Quebec, they had been placed onboard the "Senator" lying out in the roadstead.

A silent little group stood on the dreary beach watching the twinklinglights of the distant ship as she sailed, phantom-like, out into themisty grayness of Bering Sea.

0nly the dull pounding of the surf and the weird cry of the wolf houndsbroke the stillness.

At last the Woman turned from the Big Man at her side toward the boy andMoose Roberts.

"Some time, maybe," she exclaimed half sorrowfully, yet with pride, "the Captainmay have great tales for us of the War Dogs of the North. But never,never, Ben, will there be greater tales than we can tell of the 0ldGuard, Baldy of Nome and the others--our Immortals of the Trail."